Joanna Bailliepoetry1 минRhymesBUSY work brings after ease;Ease brings sport and sport brings rest;For young and old of all degrees,The mingled lot is best.…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry2 минA Mother to Her Waking InfantNow in thy dazzling half-oped eye,Thy curled nose and lip awry,Uphoisted arms and noddling head,And little chin with crystal spread,…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry2 минVerses Written in February, 1827LIKE gleam of sunshine on the mountain's side,Fair, bright and beautiful, while all beside,Slope, cliff and pinnacle in shadow lieBeneath the awning of a wintry sky,…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry11 минA Winter DayThe cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,Stretches his neck and claps his heavy wings,Gives three hoarse crows, and glad his talk is done;…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry1 минOn a Sleeping BoySLEEP --and while slumber weighs thine eyelids down,May no foul phantom o'er thy pillow frown;But brightest visions deck thy tranquil bed,And angels wings o'ercanopy thy head.…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry1 минThe Season of LifeLONG gone, for ever gone! the joys of Spring;And Summer's brighter objects, riper cares;Now Autumn's lingering train are on the wing,For me the yellow leaf all nature wears!Yet Hope, benignant power! with cheering smile,…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry2 минIt fell on a morning whan we were thrangIt fell on a morning whan we were thrang, Our kirn was gaun, our cheese was making,And bannocks on the girdle baking,That ane at the door chapt loud and lang.…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry2 минFemale Picture of a Country LifeEven now methinksEach little cottage of my native valeSwells out its earthen sides, upheaves its roof,Like to a hillock moved by labouring mole,…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry2 минThe Clearing ShowerTHE rising moon look'd clear and mild,In chasten'd tints of glowing eve,And bright the early morning smil'd;It flatter'd only to deceive!…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry1 минThe Maid of LlanwellynI ’VE no sheep on the mountain, nor boat on the lake,Nor coin in my coffer to keep me awake,Nor corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree,—Yet the maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.Soft tapping, at eve, to her window I came,…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry1 минSong Written for a Welch Air Called'THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT.'ALL white hang the bushes o'er Elaw's sweet stream,And pale from the rock the long icicles gleam;The first peep of morning just peers from the sky,And here, at thy door, gentle Mary, am I.…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry2 минStanzas, Suggested by a Canzone of PetrarchAmor se vuvi ch'i torni al giogo antico.--P.2. C.2.AWAY, proud boy, away! thou canst not harm;Seize not thy unstrung bow, nor aim thv dart,Void is thy quiver, nerveless is thine arm,…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry1 минOn Reading Walter Scot’sCHARM'D by the patriot muse of Flodden Field,My country's dearer claims the while forgot,I almost wish'd that Surry's host might yield,And (pardon England) long'd to be a Scot.…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry2 минHooly and FairlyOh, neighbours! what had I ado for to marry,My wife she drinks possets and wine o' Canary,And ca's me a niggardly, thraw-gabbit early,O gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly!…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry11 минA Summer DayThe dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on their skirts.The stars that full and bright shone in the west,…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry7 минA November Night’s TravellerHE, who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, (thro' its veil…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry1 минThe LamentSWEET lake! while shades are closing round,I love to haunt thy tranquil shore,And mournful tread the hallow'd groundWhich Emma's form shall grace no more.…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry1 минFee him, FatherSaw ye Johnny comin', quo' she, Saw ye Johnny comin'.Saw ye Johnny comin', quo' she,Saw ye Johnny comin;…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry2 минHay-MakingUpon the grass no longer hangs the dew;Forth hies the mower with his glittering scythe,In snowy shirt bedight, and all unbraced,He moves athwart the mead with sideling bend,…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry3 минHymn on the SeasonsNOW, when the kindling Spring breathes life and joyThrough earth and air, perfuming field and bow'r;While rings from every copse glad minstrelsy;And sparkling myriads float round shrub and flow'r;…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry4 минLines to a ParrotIN these our days of sentimentWhen youthful poets all lamentSome dear lost joy, some cruel maid;Old friendship changed and faith betrayed;…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry2 минA Child to His Sick GrandfatherGRAND-DAD , they say you're old and frail,Your stiffened legs begin to fail:Your staff, no more my pony now,Supports your body bending low,…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry3 минCameronian DreamIN a dream of the night I was wafted away,To the moorland of mist where the martyrs lay;Where Cameron's sword and his bible are seen,Engrav'd on the stone where the heather grows green.…Читать далее
Joanna Bailliepoetry6 минMalcolm’s HeirO, go not by Dunorloch's wallsWhen the moon is in the wane,And cross not o'er Dunorloch's bridge,The farther bank to gain!…Читать далее